"Anyway" she said "you can´t just came in here and talk to me about those things. I have to be ready for this."
Slowly and steady picking on her blouse sleeve seam. I just walked of frustrated, to numb to get dressed inside, standing in the hallway, actually not standing, moving and putting on clothes at he same time, avoiding to face the darkness.
Here it was again the horror of not having my own way and not being able to cope with it.
I really have to, I really have to.
I really have to, I really have to.
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